The Cross Movement Album: Holy Culture Track: Start Somethin'
Start Somethin' Lyrics
Performed by Phanatik Written by Brady Goodwin, Jr. Produced by Todd Bangz Recorded & Mixed by Jim Bottari Published by Published by Cross Movement Music & Publishing (SESAC) & Spinning Audio Vortex (BMI)
Hook: C'mon, stand up. Get your hands up. Word up Start something, get your heart pumpin' Yeah, start jumpin' around if you're under the ground I know you're down with this thunderous sound
C'mon, stand up. Get your hands up. Word up Start jumpin', get your heart pumpin' Start something. Why? The world needs what you have Back to the lab 'til you master your craft. This is it
Verse One: I'm out to destroy this track, ya boy is back Who would think gospel tactics would employ rap but Since I know heads will enjoy that, I'll rock it 'til the wheels fall off like a Benz or a Jag See, If I never get dough like, "Whoa!" It's cool just to know I never sold my soul My goal is to get souls, not to go gold, And get answers to shorty before she's dancing go-go And to talk to boy before they call the po-po Or he ends up the morgue with a tag on his toe See, if they can talk about cash and trash in their raps, Then we can talk about snatching cats out of traps! That's set for your soul, let's set it and roll 'till we end up in our heavenly home Who cares about how much or whether we've blown It's not man but by God that's best to be known
Verse Two: It's time to strike up the band, rise up and stand And draw lines in the sands of time We stand behind what we believe in following God Whole squad ready to die like Stephen
Whether put to death or put to the test Beef with God? Better put it to rest! What we kick will leave an imprint like a foot to the chest With truth that'll shoot through your bullet proof vest
Watch out, He's venting...no! He's vintage, like aged wine, A sage with rhyme sentence But since man at his core is mad hard to reach We know the Lord is using more than just parts of speech Paragraphs paired up to smash He'll bring the heat open up air ducts and shafts Who can last in the smoldering heat? When he throws the cold shoulder at His judgment seat? Huh? The very breath that we breath and every gift we receive Is in the palm of His hand with no tricks up His sleeve Isn't that a relief? So sit back in your seat Kick up your feet take it in and take it back to the streets
Verse Three: I'm in the eye of the storm, high above norm Before the Most High when I perform An audience of One watching, One chair, one stare hoping He's still there when I'm done rockin' And if He's there then I hope that He's pleased with me This is not done easily, I cook mics, but the rhyme books that I write Changed since the Father's aim is to see Jesus Christ look-a-likes
So the more like the Son that Phanatik becomes That's less laps around the track that I have to run New character sprung, old habits get shunned Now we're having some fun, too bad 'cause now the tracks' done!